Mysterious Winter Road
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“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe
Dumpster Elvis
A found composition –
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Two of the characters I am writing are falling in love. Everyone knows it. Except for them. They are are like travelers in an unlit subterranean place. And that’s when the bullets start flying.
Mom and Dad on their long wilderness honeymoon –
family album
Neither are willing to hope. They keep their optimism locked away. Love happens in stories along with breathing and anger and the world that expands and contracts with each chapter.
The reunions of memory.
family album
Love is the sum of those we have lost
Det var jærlighet ved første blikk.
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and those we have found.
The writer dog relaxes as only she can.
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“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
― Elie Wiesel
So here’s to loving, art, belief and living. Here’s to the tough trip through paradise and an utter lack of indifference. Skål!
.love and indifference ;
; compelling authenticity,
an intersection of senses…
the flight of gyrfalcon and yellowbird
Tusen takk!